Megathread The Pooner Zoo - A thread for collecting wild Pooners and posting OC Pooners, and anything Pooner related

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Pooners are way too fun to draw. Here are my little doods 61B703B3-5782-4504-A440-863CADBD5363.jpeg5336EDE0-D004-4CD2-A03C-2292938780E2.jpeg
 
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Because to his anglophile mind? Being part Welsh was horrific. Lovecraft's attitudes weren't just "Whites good, darkies bad". Within the category of "White" he had a clear hierarchy of superiority within which he could be just as insanely racist.
Doesn't that mean he a wrote a story about he's literally an inhuman abomination?
What's funny is, later in his life he apparently went socialist and dropped a lot of his White/Anglo supremacist opinions and decided other cultures, specifically Native American ones were great...but should be great doing their own thing, and that cultural mixing and assimilation was what was really really bad.
Sounds pretty reasonable.
 
Not sure if anyone did the Magician yet, but here's my doodle. Even added a bowtie.
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These are sweet and I love how we're moving onto the Minor Arcana now too. I guess we may as well get a full deck together. You guys are seriously impressing me with the creativity here.
Excellent. I do have a soft spot for rats being the suit that represents emotions, though I suppose they’re not part of the usual pooner accessory set.
A surprising number of Pooners seem to have rats, and since they seem to be creatures close to the Pooner heart I think they're great stand in for Cups to represent emotion in the Pooner Deck.
 
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Reading this thread caused an art prompt to leap unbidden into my head. I can see it so clearly in my mind's eye that it hurts:

BEAUTY AND THE DOOD
Alice and Pooner in the ballroom dance scene from Beauty and the Beast (the original animated version, not the gay-ass live action one). Alice (Gaston in drag) is Belle, Pooner is the Beast. Their "dance" consists of Alice whirling around while holding up Pooner under the arms like a doll or a small child since she's a two-foot-tall midget.

In the background, li'l pooner versions of Lumière, Mrs. Potts, and Chip look on as Mrs. Potts sings "🎶 Beauty and the Dooooooooooood 🎶".

I have absolutely no artistic ability, so I can't make it happen, but I'm releasing this idea out into the Universe in hope that it may someday manifest.

This is the thing about drawing Poonabaoth I was talking about.
Memetic.

How do you know the existence of this thread in the first place isn't the will of Poonabaoth manifesting Doodself in our dimension? 😨
 
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Not sure if anyone did the Magician yet, but here's my doodle. Even added a bowtie.
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I love this art style! And the rattie in the chalice :heart-full: 10/10 lilguy
r/tttt/ pooner round up:

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bagel poona with green toona
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"poor thing blew out his gauges (bro’s insufficiently attached ears fell off when I pre-boiled the bagels)"
jfc that bagel :story: it's making me feel some kind of emotion I didn't know existed. I'm imagining it screaming DOOOOOOD in a terrifying high-pitched voice.
 
Don't know how Glorious Leader feels about Poon art (or if he even knows about it) but I hope one day it might get to MATI so more people can see our weird little zoo and the artistic autism within. Proud of you, dudebrokings 🥺

Put it in the MATI thread with an explanation of what it is as well as IRL pictures to explain why they're pink, short, self harm, gauges, lips, etc. Also the DOOOD stuff too. I think the best for the uninitiated are the pooners hanging out with ~the boys ~

Also the tuna explanation: women's vageens maintain a very specific acidic PH. When you poon-out and take T, your cooter begins to stank because your PH balance is off. So this isn't a normal haha vagina smell like fish haha misogyny. It's "your vagina is basically rotting away please fix it you dirty pooner".

This also inevitably ends in vaginal prolapse etc. Etc.
See: Buck Angel, king frogvoice, and warnings given out via own experiences. There are pics posted on twitter somewhere.
 
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Eyy, I haven’t checked this thread in a while and I’m happy to see progress on a kiwi-made pooner tarot. I’m basic bitch and enjoy Rider-Waite the most, so my interpretation would probably end up being close to that.

Side note, there’s a couple they/them tarot decks out there, and this one even has a pooner. I think we can make a better product, fellow kiwis.

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Packer/Testosterone/Rats/Gages. Excellent. I do have a soft spot for rats being the suit that represents emotions, though I suppose they’re not part of the usual pooner accessory set.
The troons make a tarot deck and "the lovers" are....one person. A self-obsessed they/them pooner. Of course it is.
 
Put it in the MATI thread with an explanation of what it is as well as IRL pictures to explain why they're pink, short, self harm, gauges, lips, etc. Also the DOOOD stuff too.
The explanation of the Pooner Tarot needs to be accompanied by the fact that it came in to being after an art request for a pooner demiurge, a warning of that demiurge Poonabaoth and the memetic power of pooners, and the bright idea to create a ttttarot. It was a collaborative work that created the idea. Then the artists took off running. Also, nothing set in stone yet, it’s a free for all, ie, there can be multiples, the “rules” aren’t hard and artistic freedom is encouraged. It looks like eventually a thread sanctioned deck will be formalized.
 
So was thinking on the tower yesterday.
The Full body phallo, struck by lightning and mid breaking.

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Think i got a little carried away here. I might retry it not on mobile

(My schizo story for the tower)

"The gnawing of the rats unbind my seams, pulling away the threads I stitched upon myself. They scratch and scratch upon the walls of the tower trying to escape. I tried to take myself apart to make me whole, but alas I was a fool. A piece that can never belong that prays daily for its own end. It contorts upon its own scars, curling into an abject horror that I fail to recognize as human. The rats are displeased.

As I walk the streets, the passersby pay little mind to me but glance upon me and the look within their discerning eyes tell me "I know the truth."

To speak to them, I must mutter my garbled words and if they were fooled before, they are not now. The strangers then tell me who I am with meaning no offense . Who I was born as. Who I always will be. Man has tried to defy nature since the dawn of time and all have failed. For she is wiser than all. Wiser than me.

Such a monstrosity I am. I cannot turn back. I cannot harbor regret now. I will lose all I have gained if I remove the blinds from my eyes. If I let the persistent rats gnaw their way to freedom. So I slink back. Back within the tower. The tower of my own misery made from my own creation. There is no Euphoria here for I am still perceived. "
 
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"The gnawing of the rats unbind my seams, pulling away the threads I stitched upon myself. They scratch and scratch upon the walls of the tower trying to escape. I tried to take myself apart to make me whole, but alas I was a fool. A piece that can never belong that prays daily for its own end. It contorts upon its own scars, curling into an abject horror that I fail to recognize as human. The rats are displeased.

As I walk the streets, the passersby pay little mind to me but glance upon me and the look within their discerning eyes tell me "I know the truth."

To speak to them, I must mutter my garbled words and if they were fooled before, they are not now. The strangers then tell me who I am with meaning no offense . Who I was born as. Who I always will be. Man has tried to defy nature since the dawn of time and all have failed. For she is wiser than all. Wiser than me.

Such a monstrosity I am. I cannot turn back. I cannot harbor regret now. I will lose all I have gained if I remove the blinds from my eyes. If I let the persistent rats gnaw their way to freedom. So I slink back. Back within the tower. The tower of my own misery made from my own creation. There is no Euphoria here for I am still perceived. "

Welp, if I ever GM Kult again, I know what insane bullshit I'm stealing for an NPC with a phenomenally low mental balance.
 
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